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Double hot fire job
🕑 Added 2024-11-18 19:00:08 +0000 UTCThis was requested earlier today. It was a short custom :) Hope you enjoy it, I think you can guess who asked for this hehe.
The kitchen was warm and humid. The summer heat had made its way inside, but the sub didn't notice. His eyes were fixed on Mistress Frost as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, her every action captivating him. She was the very definition of beauty and power, and he was her willing slave.
"You've been so patient, haven't you?" she purred, her eyes glittering with amusement as she approached him. "One whole year without an orgasm. I bet you're just dying to cum."
The sub nodded, his breath quickening at her words. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he couldn't hide his eagerness.
"Look at you, all tied up and desperate. It's adorable." She traced a finger along his chest, her touch sending shivers through him. "But I think we should make it even more interesting, don't you?"
With a wicked smile, she produced a bowl of steaming noodles from the counter. The aroma filled the air, spicy and tantalizing. "I made these just for you. Double-hot fire noodles. I hear they're all the rage these days."
The sub's eyes widened as he took in the bowl. He knew this challenge, and his mouth already felt the burn. But he also knew better than to speak unless spoken to.
Mistress Frost's grin widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She placed the steaming bowl on the table and leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear.
"I promised you a blowjob," she whispered, her voice like silk, "and a blowjob you will get. But first, I'm going to eat these noodles."
She picked up the chopsticks with an air of elegance, twirling them expertly before dipping them into the fiery broth. The steam curled around her face, and she took a deep breath, savoring the scent.
"Can you smell that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "The heat, the spice... It's going to be quite the experience."
The sub's eyes darted from the bowl to Mistress Frost's lips as she brought the first bite to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the noodles before she drew them in. Her eyes closed for a moment, and a soft moan escaped her throat.
"Oh," she breathed, "that's intense."
As she chewed slowly, he could see her cheeks flush with color. The noodles slid down her throat, and she licked her lips, savoring every bit of the spice.
"It burns," she murmured, her voice thick with heat. "In the best way possible."
The sub shifted nervously in his bonds, watching as she took another bite. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, exposing more of her cleavage.
"Getting hot already," she said with a wink.
She continued eating, each bite more deliberate than the last. The redness in her cheeks deepened, and her breaths grew heavier, coming in short, ragged gasps. Her fingers trailed down to unfasten another button, revealing the swell of her breasts. Each movement was slow, almost torturous, as if she was savoring not just the food, but the sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes flickered with a mix of pleasure and challenge, locking onto his as she took another mouthful, the heat seemingly intensifying with every swallow.
"You know," she said between bites, "these noodles are really something else. They make my whole body feel... alive."
Her skin now flushed all over, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She shrugged off her blouse entirely, leaving her in just a lacy black bra that clung to her damp skin.
"Feeling better?" She teased him.
The sub swallowed hard but nodded. His cock twitched again at the sight of her exposed skin.
"Good," she purred before taking another bite. This time, tears welled up in her eyes from the heat.
"It’s like fire,” she gasped softly but kept going without hesitation.
Each bite seemed to ignite something within Mistress Frost as if feeding an inner flame. Her bra straps slipped off her shoulders, revealing more flushed skin glistening under the kitchen light.
“Don't worry,” she said through labored breaths but with unwavering confidence in her eyes as they locked onto his once more.
“You'll get what you deserve.”
Mistress Frost set down the chopsticks and leaned over the bowl, peering into the remaining broth. "This is where the real heat is," she announced, her voice a sultry purr. She scooped up the bowl and brought it close to his face. The steam wafted toward him, carrying an intense, spicy aroma that made his eyes water.
"Smell that," she commanded, pushing the bowl nearer.
The sub flinched as the heat hit his nostrils. It felt like inhaling fire. His eyes darted up to meet hers, a mixture of awe and apprehension reflected in his gaze.
Mistress Frost chuckled, her breath hot against his ear. "Oh, it's strong, isn't it?"
Without another word, she lifted the bowl to her lips. The first sip was tentative; her eyes closed as the liquid touched her tongue. Her face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain as she swallowed.
"Oh," she breathed out, her voice strained but steady. "That's... that's something else."
She took another sip, more daring this time. The broth seared down her throat, and she hiccupped, a sudden jerk that made some of the liquid splash back into the bowl.
"Not backing down," she muttered to herself before taking another gulp.
Her skin turned a deeper shade of red, beads of sweat forming faster now. She coughed violently but kept drinking. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, cutting through the sheen of sweat.
"Intense," she gasped between sips. Her lips glistened with the fiery liquid, but she didn't stop smiling.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she tilted the bowl higher, determined to drink every last drop. Each swallow seemed to cost her more effort, yet she persevered.
"Almost there," she whispered hoarsely before taking another gulp.
The broth's heat seemed relentless; each mouthful brought fresh tears to her eyes and made her chest heave with exertion. Yet her smile never faltered. She licked at the rim of the bowl, desperate to capture every lingering bit of spice.
With a final tilt of the bowl, Mistress Frost poured the remaining broth into her mouth. She swallowed it all in one agonizing gulp. Her body shuddered violently; she hiccupped again and coughed hard enough to double over slightly but never broke eye contact with him.
Setting down the empty bowl, she used her tongue to lick up any stray droplets from her lips and chin.
"Every... last... drop," she said through ragged breaths but with undeniable satisfaction etched on her flushed face.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. Her cheeks burned crimson, and her lips glistened with the fiery remnants of the broth.
"God, my lips are on fire," she said, almost to herself, as she took a deep breath. "Tonight... tonight is going to be something else."
Her gaze fixed on him, and she licked her lips slowly, deliberately. "My mouth is coated in that extreme spice. I can feel it burning every inch."
The sub's breath hitched, his body tensing in anticipation. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, mesmerized by her every movement.
With a slow, deliberate grace, Mistress Frost dropped to her knees before him. The sight made him tremble uncontrollably. Her hands reached out, fingers cool against his heated skin as they wrapped around his cock.
"Time for your blowjob," she announced with a wicked grin.
Her grip tightened slightly, sending a jolt through him. The heat radiating from her lips seemed almost tangible now, promising a mix of pleasure and exquisite torment.
Mistress Frost looked up at him, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Are you ready for this?"
Her lips parted slightly, the heat practically shimmering off them as they hovered just inches away from his throbbing cock. The sub could only manage a nod, his heart pounding in his chest.
With that final look of pure mischief in her eyes, she leaned closer.
Comments
Drake Breen
Ohhh... Wow. A steaming hot story on multiple levels! (Some lovely parallels of the flushing and the sweat and even convulsions as she finishes the bowl, my word... 🥵)
Alee
Okay, Okay. I already know what my Wednesday lunch/dinner is going to be. Thank you for sharing this story with us, Goddess Sasha.
Toro
Spicy story...
Tibby
What a hot story!! 🥵
Nasty Nate
It's like torturing herself to torture him, I love it
Hob
this was a great custom, Thank you for writing it Mommy and thank you to Gerda for requesting it
Gerda
Perfect, Goddess. Thank you!
